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First Time for Everything (Colby Brock x oc)

Summary: After the first visit to the Queen Mary ship, Colby's best friend Avery is there to help with clean up

Warnings: fluff, light angst, ghosts?

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I could always tell when they had a bad idea they were too afraid to share.

First Corey started acting up, he asked a bit more than usual about my line of work and how I dealt with the spirits. I told him honestly and that was that.

Then Sam.

“Can I use your camera? Like the good one”

I nodded. “Of course. Why?”

He fidgeted. “Video idea.”

That was my breaking point.

Me: What are you idiots planning?

Colbyyyyyyy: What?

Samuel Adams: Nothing

Corey: Huh?

Jake From Statefarm: wdym Avery nothing’s going on we swear lol

Me: Lyin’ to me Jake Webber?

Jake From Statefarm: no

Me: istfg ill text tara rn

Jake From Statefarm: Been real nice boys o7

Colbyyyyyyyy: Bitch don’t do it

Samuel Adams: Jake fucking no

Me: Jake.

Me: Now.

Jake From Statefarm: We got tickets to the queen mary

Colbyyyyyyyy: Bro rlly

Corey: Dawg

Samuel Adams: Avery don’t get mad

I gaped at my phone for a solid minute before typing a response.

Me: Are ya’ll fuckin mental???

Me: That place is fucking dangerous

Me: Like-

Me: At least be protected???

Me: Please

Colbyyyyyyyy: Ofc

Samuel Adams: Yeah

Samuel Adams: How do we go about that?

Me: Sage and crystals

Colbyyyyyyyy: Or we can just wing it

Corey: ^

Jake From Statefarm: I like that idea

Me: NO

Me: IDIOTS

Colbyyyyyyyy: C'mon man what could go wrong?

Me: A LOT OF SHIT

Me: DEMONS

Me: NEGATIVE SPIRITS

Me: POSSESSION

Me: SEX DEMONS

Corey: Sex demons???

Jake From Statefarm: Listen Ave if smth goes wrong you can say i told u so

Me: Idiots

Me: Fine

“Are you super sure?” I asked Colby for the tenth time.

He chuckled. “Yes we’re all sure, just like exploring.”

I groaned. “Nothing like that Colbs, DEMONS MAN,” I paused for effect. “DEMONS.”

“Avery stop worrying we’ll be fine,” Sam chimed in.

I was practically fuming, my phone was held in a vice grip and I had begun to pace the floors. “Just…be safe and call if anything happens, or if you need help.”

“Yes ma’am,” He laughed. “Text you when we land.”

I looked around the empty house after the call, all the boys were away for filming and my friends were busy. Now left alone to my anxieties, I dropped on the couch and sighed.

I woke up to my bedroom door being knocked on softly, a groan rose from my throat and I rolled over onto my side. “Go away,” I mumbled into my pillow.

“Avery?”

Immediately I was awake and sprinting to my door. On the other side stood a wilted Jake, he had his backpack on his shoulder, tearstained hoodie still on, face red after a cry.

“Jake?” I said, not wasting any time to gather him in my arms and bring him in for a hug, not caring why he was in tears in my door frame. “You okay?”

He squeezed my quick and rubbed his face with a shrug. “I’ll be fine, going to Tara’s place– but, uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at me, “Colby’s the one to be worried about.”

I swore and bolted down the hall, sliding to a quick stop at his door, I knocked. “Colby?”

No answer.

“It’s Avery,” I said softly. “Jake didn’t tell me what happened, I’m sure it was a lot. I get it of course, we don’t have to talk about anything if that’s what you want.”

No answer, just a soft click of the door being unlocked.

“I’m coming in,” I slowly opened the door, and poked my head in. “Cole?”

He was on the edge of his bed, a black tank top and plaid pajama shorts, I sharply inhaled through my nose at the sight of his face. A few tear streaks marked where he’d cried, slowly he looked at me and I felt my heartbreak at the confused look in his eyes.

“You were right,” He said slowly. “About…everything.”

In a few short steps I was beside him and wiping away the signs of sadness with my hands lightly cupping his face. “Oh bubs I’m so sorry.”

He chuckled and closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. “Don’t say that, it was our choice.”

“I should have done more to stop you,” I told him.

The room fell silent for a moment, just me allowing my friend to seek comfort in my warmth. “Do you want to tell me what happened now or do you want to sleep?”

He opened his eyes and pulled back from my palms. “Uh, it was kind of a lot…”

In hushed tones and shaky words he told me the full story of what had happened in B340, I listened and wiped away his tears as they fell. At the end I pulled him to my chest and his hands sought to bunch in my hoodie, we fell back onto the bed and I slid up to the pillows.

Colby pulled me closer and rested his head on my arm to use as a pillow, both arms still around me and his breath brushed my collar.

“Sleep now?”

He nodded and kept his eyes closed as I ran my hand through his hair.

“G’night,” He mumbled.

“Goodnight bubs.”

I vividly remember that night. Colby and I curled up in his room while I whispered reassurances in his ear about what they’d seen, or rather heard.

The next day I’d given Sam a huge hug and he cried for a few minutes. Then the rest of the boys slowly came over, with Kat, Tara, and I watching them and helping with what we could. Later in the week Aaron told them about the recording and I marveled at the light tapping.

It took them a while to take it all in and release this to the public. But shortly after they did, Colby came into my room to talk.

I was sitting at my desk editing through my most recent video, I heard a series of muttering from outside my door before a knock.

“Come in,” I called, spinning in my seat to face the door.

Colby shyly walked in and stood in the middle of the room with an awkward expression. I blinked and stared blankly at him.

“Need something bubs?” I ask, amused. “Or just here to hang?”

He rubbed his neck. “I, uh, I had a question.”

“Shoot,” I told him.

“Where did you start when you went ghost hunting for the first time?”

I blinked and racked my brain for an answer. “Ummmm, I think it was a small cabin a few miles from my old house in Kansas.”

His shoulders sagged and he sighed. “Well shit.”

“What’s going on bubs?” I asked.

“The boys and I were just doing some thinking,” he said cryptically.

I chuckled and crossed my arms. “Last time you lot did some thinking I ended up babysitting a gaggle of grown men for days.”

“We were going to look into ghost hunting,” He admitted quietly.

The room took a brief pause of silence, my eyes widened and my hand ran through my hair slowly. “Really?” I said softly.

He nodded. “Yeah, we did a lot of thinking and realized how exhilarating that felt.”

“It’s amazing,” I agreed. “But that’s a sudden switch…are you sure that you’re ready for it?”

“Ave,” He said, stepping closer. “You don’t need to baby me.”

I huffed out a laugh. “I know that but still,” he met my eyes. “You’re my best friend and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Colby slowly tugged me up from my seat into a hug. “Thank you.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “For what?”

“For being you.”

That was 3 years ago.

“WHAT’S UP GUYS IT SAM AND COLBY!” Colby exclaimed in his usual fashion.

I rolled my eyes with a bright smile.

Sam cleared his throat and looked seriously at the camera. “Today we are back…at The Queen Mary.”

The two of them visibly shivered, I stepped forward and lightly set my hand on Colby’s back. He looked at me and back to the camera. “Today we are joined by the woman you all know and love…AVERY!”

I laughed and pinched his cheek. “Don’t forget Amanda and Matt.”

Sam shouted out the other two and they gave their introductions. Finally they started to talk about the last time they were here.

“Soooo we’re back,” Sam stated looking at Colby.

He sighed and dropped his head. “I vividly remember swearing to never come here again.”

“Hey last time I didn’t get to experience it,” I reminded them.

“Oh yeah,” Colby said. “Not sure if you guys know this but the last time we came here Avery was very insistent that we don’t go.”

I rolled my eyes again. “Did they listen? Noooo.”

“And now you’re back,” Amanda said.

The tour went well, of course with the occasional scare and jump on Matt’s part.

We sat on the floor of the ballroom, me in between Colby and Amanda.

“I’m opening up a line of communication for the spirits that reside on the Queen Mary,” Amanda called softly. “I call out specifically to the man John to come to me, anyone is welcome but I’m speaking directly to him.”

Sam set out a few rempods and such and Amanda pointed out a few people entering the room.

“You can touch any of these devices or make any noise to show us you’re here,” I added.

“They don’t know what those are.”

I rolled my eyes, I will always respect Sam and Colby’s decisions but this medium is really getting on my nerves. I understand that she can see the dead and such and I don’t doubt this but every word I say is “wrong”.

“My name is Avery, this is Sam, Colby, Matt, and Amanda,” I called around the room. “We have no harmful intentions, we only wish to hear your story.”

The room went quiet for a moment Sam opened his mouth to say something. “I there any-”

Knock.

Colby stiffened and searched for me, I grabbed his hand and smiled reassuringly. He smiled back and didn’t say anything.

Amanda began talking again about what she could see and what she felt. Sam asked a few questions and none of them were answered, Matt stood up and wanted to test something. I frowned sympathetically when I realized what was wrong. When he sat back down I patted his knee and mouthed ‘It’s okay’. Colby was watching me and I settled back next to him.

“What?” I whispered.

“Nothing,” He said quickly, turning to look at anything else.

They walked into the room first and began to just talk amongst themselves about that night. I stood leaning against the wall thinking Amanda came next to me.

“Can I help you?” I said politely.

She blinked rapidly. “No?”

I nodded. The silent filled the room for a moment before she sighed and whirled on me. “I feel like you don’t like me.”

“What? No,” I said, waving my hands. “I’m just not a people person, and I’m not super open with everyone I meet.”

A lie, she pissed me off with every word that fell from her mouth.

She tilted her head at me and frown.

Finally saving me from this conversation, Colby opened the door. “Avery, come in here real quick.”

I sprung up from my spot and walked through the door. Waves upon waves of just anger and agony flooded my senses, I winced and sat on the bed.

Sam spread his arms out to show off the room. “Well?”

“It’s freaky all right,” I nodded.

Colby laughed and pointed the camera at me. “Get why we got so freaked out?”

“For being ghost hunting virgins at the time?” I grinned. “Yes. And this place is…” I looked around and shuddered at the feeling of being watched. “I don’t like it.”

“For those of you that don’t know Avery or are new to the channel, she’s a really strong empath that we bring along to get the feel for the area,” Colby told the camera.

I raised an eyebrow. “And because I've been your best friend since middle school?”

Sam waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “Blah Blah Blah.”

“Asshole.”

We brought the rest of the gang in and I screwed my eyes shut as I felt the entity rear its face again. It seemed like Amanda did too because she had the same look that I did.

Sam clapped his hands together and grinned. “Ready?”

“30 MINUTES OF FOOTAGE.”

Sam was peeved to say the least, pacing around the room and ears practically smoking.

I shrugged and fell back onto the bed. “Happens sometimes.”

He groaned and grabbed the camera from Colby who was equally as upset but showed it in better ways. I sat up and patted him on the back as he sat beside me.

“Why don’t we try again?” I suggested, Sam gave me a look. “I’m serious, change SD cards and we’ll do an estes session.”

Amanda nodded. “I can listen as well and write down what I hear.”

“Or you can let Sam and Colby make a few of the calls for their channel,” I snapped.

Her eyes jumped to me, surprised and frantically blinked at my words. Colby gave me a concerned look and squeezed my hand as if to tell me to calm down.

Matt shifted nervously. “If we’re doing this again I might just go stand with the guide.”

The fire dancing in my eyes dulled as I remembered what the boys had gone through. “I can take you.”

“I’ll go too,” Colby said. I shot him a curious look. “So you don’t have to walk back alone.”

We set off down the hall making jokes and giggling like teenagers until we made it to the guide. Colby and I left Matt and walked back chatting quietly.

“Avery,” He said, interrupting a comfortable silence.

“Hm?”

Colby stopped walking and gently held my forearm, I raised an eyebrow and smiled at him. “You good bubs?”

He sighed and dropped his head onto my shoulder. “I didn’t wanna say it on camera but I have the worst headache ever.”

I ran my fingers through his hair and let him breathe slowly. “Stress?”

“I think so,” He said, lifting his head and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

A deep blush broke out across my face. “Sure you’ll be fine? I can ask Sam if he has any motrin in the first aid kit.”

“No,” He said, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, I just needed a break.”

“That’s okay,” I promised, setting my hand on his cheek and smiling. “I take breaks sometimes too.”

He exhaled and smiled at me. “How did I get so lucky?”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Just…” He shrugged and set his hand over mine. “You.”

I laughed lightly. “You’ve told me that before.”

Colby’s eyes turned soft and he rubbed my hand with his thumb. “It’s true Ave, you’re amazing and kind and caring and beautiful,” His other hand played with the ends of my black hair. “You’re always putting others before yourself and thinking about what’s best for everyone.”

My eyes filled with tears and my jaw fell open in awe. “I’d kiss you right now if I could.”

“Why can’t you?”

We were so fucking close.

The moment the words left his mouth I was holding his face in my hands and leaning forward, rapidly closing the space. Our breath left at the same moment and our lips had just grazed each other.

“COLBY! AVERY! COME ON, WE HAVE A VIDEO TO FINISH!” Sam shouted from the door of B340.

We sprung apart like teenagers caught in the act. Once realizing that Sam had closed the door we burst into laughter.

I giggled once more and turned to Colby with a smile. “C’mon we can talk later, I want outta this place as soon as possible.”

The car ride was silent.

Trips like these usually end in a quiet ride home, each head processing what it had witnessed. Sam and I were in the front, Colby’s headache was making his thoughts swirl and he didn’t want to risk messing up the rental.

We dropped off Amanda and Matt to their respective locations. I handed Sam the gps with the location of our house and we rode in more quiet.

“You good back there?” I said breaking the silence.

Colby nodded. “It’s getting better.”

“Okay,” I said softly. “Tell me if you need the air turned down and such.”

It wasn’t awkward, we’d never been a trio for tension, I’d usually make a joke or two but this time I could tell that they needed the moment.

We came to the house and I trotted up to the door to unlock it while they brought in our stuff. I thanked Colby when he gave me my bag and they walked to their rooms to get some sleep.

“I’m gonna go to Katrina’s,” Sam said quietly. “Just for the night.”

I nodded. “That’s perfectly alright Sam, tell her I said hello.”

“Will do.”

In hindsight, I should have expected this. Sam had left to go see his girlfriend and Colby quietly excused himself to his room. This time around I didn’t go looking for him rather just cleaning up and heading off to edit a video.

My phone buzzed once in my pocket.

Colbyyyyyyyy: U awake?

I opened the message and saw that he had deleted it. I quickly jumped off my chair and padded softly over to his room.

“You ain’t slick bubs,” I laugh. “I’ve been awake for a while.”

He opened the door sheepishly and smiled. “Heeeeeeey.”

“Hi,” I said grinning. “Need something?”

He flushes deep red and rubs the back of his neck. “I just can’t sleep.”

“Wanna go watch a movie? Maybe lay in my bed while I edit?”

“Do you need to edit?” He asked. “I don’t want to bother you if you need to work.”

I thought about my upload schedule. “I can make time tomorrow.”

He shook his head rapidly. “I don’t want you to do more than you need to.”

“Then just come into my room and lay down,” I insisted. “If you need me Colby I’m right here. I am volunteering to do this, you are not making me.”

That seemed to do the trick, he slowly nodded watching me with wide eyes and walked into the hallway. I walked into the room and shut the door behind him.

Like he had done it a thousand times before, Colby walked over to my bed and laid underneath the white covers.

“I’ll be done in a few minutes,” I promised him.

He grumbled out an ‘mhm’ and watched me silently, I popped on my head phones and continued to sift through footage. After ten minutes or so I turned off my laptop and stood up to find Colby reading a random book on my bedside.

“Finally,” He sighed, smiling up at me and setting down the book.

I laughed breathily and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, quickly changing while Colby covered him face with the sheets. “Okay now you have my full undivided attention.”

He uncovered his head, smiled and just stuck his hands out. “Gimme a hug.”

Scooting beside him I let him wrap his arms around my waist, I reciprocated the hug and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. “Wanna sleep or talk?”

I felt the rumble of his laugh in my chest. “I don’t think I can sleep.”

“Then we’ll talk till you feel safe,” I told him.

He looked up at me. “I do feel safe, Avery, you make me feel very safe.”

A beaming smile overtook my face. “Is that a good thing?”

“I think so?” He smiled and I gave a goofy one back.

I hugged him again. “You make me feel safe and loved, Colby Brock. “He was quiet and I was worried he was uncomfortable. “Bub-”

The moment I moved my head to look at him he was kissing me and I didn’t hesitate to do the same. God he was warm, I took note of how his bare skin felt under my palms and I blanked. My mind was solely focused on the beautiful boy kissing me.

We ran out of breath and pulled away, I was breathing heavily and propped up on my elbow. “That was-”

“I love you,” He interrupted giving me a look that made me blush. “You make me feel like the luckiest person in the world and I don’t say it enough. I’m sorry if that was over-stepping.” “Shut the fuck up,” I hissed with no real bite to my words. I pecked his lips again and held his face in my hands. “I have been waiting since 8th grade for this. Give me my moment.”

He chuckled and rolled he onto his chest. “Now I’m ready to go to bed.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

And that was enough for me.

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amazingbananabread · 2 months ago

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How do you think your ocs would feel about mine?

(Srry If I asked this before)

✧ MEW ✧

Melissa 👾: A child in this house? Melissa only hope for Mew to be safe and sound, though the fact the child is also a cat person and the fact she could defend herself, Mel doesn't really do much besides drawing with Mew and playing on her smartphone. Mel likes her, just that she is a bit..intimidated because she had betrayed and killed a ratman.

`` U-uh, I don't got much opinion for the cat child, she's pretty okay and cute, I hope we hang out later on..i-i just hope she doesn't do anything harm on me though, nn.. :^[ ``

Mary 💡: The moth lady doesn't know much about Mew other the fact she witnessed the child stealing a cookie on a night. Despite that, Mary thinks she's pretty nice, hoping to talk with her someday.

`` Oh? About one of the members in that house over there? I do not know much about the little girl other than she have some cat features. Though, I wish to meet her, I don't know why but she looks so adorable! ``

Goat Guy and The Wandering Horse 🐐🐎: the (three) two of them don't know anyone in the Ivory House but they might've seen each other every now and then. Their opinions is that they think Mew's should stay inside and don't explore much in the forest as they know how dangerous it is out here.

`` Don't know who that is, but hope she don't become a stray. (🐐) ``

`` Neigh (agree..🐎) ``

✶ HITCHHIKER C ✶

Melissa 👾: Melissa don't know a lot about Hitchhiker C but what does she knows is that she kept seeing the guy with the dog guy she forgot the name of. She doesn't really have anything to say other than good for him. Keep moving that dawg! 💜

`` I don't know who is that..eh, hope he's good i-i guess. :V ``

Mary 💡: oh she knows him! Well, more like sees him but she saw him multiple times, either killing or not, he's always seems to have some bloods on him.

Though, she's just hope Hitchhiker C doesn't kill her with that axe of his. It look scary..

`` The guy's..a bit scary, i-in my opinion- I'm sure the guy's a good person! J-just..um, let's hope he's likes moths.. ``

Goat Guy NN 🐐: Goat saws the killing that were made by Hitchhiker C, so they being scared of him is underestimating to say the least. If they ever see him again,he would run away FAST.

`` W-why are you mentioning him to me? Can we just talk about something else? Like a g-gem? Shows? I just don't want t-talk about him right now...he's horrifying.. ``

The Wandering Horse 🐎: Phillips doesn't really care about him to be honest, he think he's just trying to survive in the wild, just the way he does it is...very red and bloody. Jane on the other hand, is scared of Hitch.C even though he sounds pretty nice and a chill guy when Phillips was talking with him one time.

`` Neigh..what, you want me to break character for this? Well, C's a nice guy i guess, liked to talk with him but he's gotta chill on the killing, kept seeing him in red. Does he wash his clothes? Eh.. (Phillips) ``

`` U-umm..i don't know bout him, but I hope he doesn't try to kill us later on. (Jane) ``

✢ DANNY ✢

Melissa 👾: Mel encountered the ratman multiple times before Mew killed him off, and she thinks he nice, a bit awkward but then again, she's kinda like him too so..

Such a shame that Danny died, Melissa would've shown him her fanart of him.

`` Awh man, still sad that he died..but anyways, Danny's a good guy, we often talk here and there about stuffs. Sometimes, he would tell me more about the other ratmen. Hope he's in heaven. ``

Mary, Goat Guy, T.W.H 💡🐐🐎: they don't know him, so uh......oof

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ithinkyouhealedmyheart · 3 months ago

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Collab of The Week

Characters: Kendall Knight, Drake Parker, Veronica Clark oc, Marnie Jones oc, Gustavo Rocque, Logan Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, James Diamond, Kelly Wainwright, Arthur Griffin mentioned

Pairings: Kendall Knight/Original Character, Drake Parker/Original Character

Word Count: 1313

Arthur Griffin had a weird obsession with collaboration projects for some ungodly reason. And this was the weirdest one yet. He found a grunge band that made it big in San Diego and signed them on. Either he was trying to push Big Time Rush out of the spotlight, or he really liked grunge was unknown.

This time, he demanded that Big Time Rush perform a cover with the grunge band's leader singer. The song would be taken from their second album and spun to accommodate all five singers.

No one was happy.

"You already have a pretty face! Why do you need another one?" James shrieked, gesturing to his face with fluttery fingers and a dramatic gesture.

"Hell no! I am not letting some boyband losers taint my song!" Drake snapped at Gustavo.

"We are not losers!" Carlos shouted.

Soon, the boys' voices overlapped with Drake's, echoing off the walls in the hallway. Ronnie held her hands over her ears. It was one thing when the four guys started arguing, but it was an entirely separate ordeal when a stranger was thrown into the mix. She was sitting cross-legged, looking through the sheet music to get a feel for the song and its subject. Pen marks covered the page. Notes were circled, and words in the margins were scratched out.

A girl with curly, fiery red hair sat next to her, idly scrolling on her phone. She was dressed in all black, with chains and safety pins holding pieces of her clothing together. Her face and shoulders were peppered with freckles, and her off-the-shoulder shirt made it easy to spot them.

"I need everybody to stop talking!" Gustavo shouted over the cacophony of voices. "You are singing with the dawgs!" He jutted a grubby finger in Drake's direction. "You- " He turned away from James, who deflated like a balloon.

"Do we have any objections?"

Drake rolled his eyes and scoffed, muttering under his breath. "This is such a load of shit."

The girl sitting beside Ronnie gently tapped her on the shoulder. Despite her punk-esque exterior, she had a sweet smile on her face. In a way, she reminded her of Callie—tough on the outside, gentle on the inside.

"I'm Marnie," the redhead extended her hand covered in black and silver rings.

Ronnie hesitantly uncovered her ears. She had forgotten her earplugs, but even with them, the guys somehow got louder in different ways. She stared at Marnie's outstretched hand, brows furrowed in confusion. No one had ever shaken her hand when they greeted her. Awkwardly, she shook the girl's hand.

"Ronnie, their songwriter."

"Oh, songwriter! Nice. I'm Drake's girlfriend," she shrugged. Her arms were decorated with way too many bracelets. Ronnie wondered if they ever got sweaty underneath it all.

"Cool." That wasn't a fact she needed to know, but perhaps the girl thought she would have a crush on her boyfriend. Either way, it was useless information. "Hey, how well do you know this song?" Ronnie thrust the sheet music in her direction.

"Oh." Marnie blinked twice, reading the title. "What exactly do you need help on?"

"Gustavo wants me to split it amongst the five of them,"

"That's easy, can I?" Marnie held her hand out. She gestured to the pen with her eyes.

"Uh, sure." Ronnie handed her the pen and leaned over curiously.

"The chorus should be the five, or maybe even layered. Oh! Wait, perhaps a call and response?"

The two girls huddled together, discussing ideas about the sheet music, while Gusvato got the guys together. He didn't like the collaboration idea either, mainly because the song they were signing was one that Drake had written himself. The guys were set up in the booth when he realized he was missing someone.

"Where's Vee?" He turned to Kelly.

"She's still outside going over the music." Kelly pointed over her shoulder out the door.

"We need that like yesterday!" Gustavo's face tinged red.

"It's okay, it's okay! I'm sure she's finished with it!" Kelly tried to calm him. The last thing they needed was for him to pass out before they started singing.

The door to the recording studio. Kelly poked her head out into the hallway. Ronnie and Marnie were still chatting, but from the looks of it, they were finished.

"Ronnie!" She whispered, gesturing over with her hands.

The teen got up and curiously wandered over.

"We're ready, " Kelly said with a tight smile. "Oh, and bring your roadie friend along, too."

Ronnie glanced over her shoulder, and Marnie gave her a wave.

Big Time Rush and Drake Parker had essentially divided the recording booth. They refused to stand next to each other. Drake and James shot each other dirty looks and even stuck the middle finger at each other.

The recording... didn't go as planned.

Drake interrupted the guys when they were singing, and James interrupted Drake. This eventually led to a competition between them to see who could sing the song better.

Out of embarrassment, Marnie covered her face with her hands and looked away. Ronnie pulled off her headphones once the two of them started arguing again. Gustavo was more than pissed.

Which resulted in them getting an early break.

"I'm telling Griff he can forget it. There's no way I'm singing with a zealous popstar." Drake took Marnie's hand and started walking away.

"Zealous?" Marnie laughed. "I'm surprised you know that worked."

"Hah. She just called you dumb!" James laughed. "Burn!"

"Okay, fuck you!" Drake turned on his heel and got in James' face.

Ronnie and Kendall exchanged weary looks.

"Seriously, I don't get why she's with you if you're such a jerk face." James spat.

Drake rolled up his sleeves. "First, that's a low blow considering I don't see your girlfriend."

"For your information, she is very famous-"

"Drake!"

Kendall, Carlos, and Logan went to James' rescue when they saw the ginger throw the first punch. Marnie eventually got into the fray, trying to pry the three of them off the singer. Ronnie went to grab the first-aid kit because she would indeed have to bandage someone's wounds.

Kelly had to break them up this time. She did not get paid enough to deal with all these teenagers. Logan had a busted lip, but Carlos and Kendall were relatively okay. James whined about how Drake punched him in the face and that it would ruin his beauty.

Marnie pinched Drake's ear like she was his mother. It was something she'd seen Audrey Parker do way too many times. With surprising strength, she dragged the boy to the band, sitting in semi-comfortable chairs.

"Apologize!" Marnie planted her hands on her hips.

"What? No, that's gay!" Drake grimaced.

"You're bi, now apologize before I make you."

Ronnie blinked twice. Okay, she could go for Marnie if they were both single.

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry!"

"Like you mean it." Marnie pinched his ear harder.

"Alright, alright! I mean it! I'm sorry!" As soon as Marnie let go of his ear, Ronnie handed him something for the pain. He snatched it from her angrily, and a muscle in Kendall's jaw twitched.

James narrowed his eyes. "I'm not accepting that apology. You ruined my face!"

"I made it look better- " Marnie elbowed him.

"I think it's best if we all put this behind us and get working on that collab Griffin asked for."

Carlos squeaked and nodded. He didn't know whether he was scared or turned on, maybe a bit of both.

Ronnie definitely needed tips from her so that she could handle Big Time Rush the same way that Marnie could handle Drake. They could go on a double date sometime, but she would probably have to bargain with Kendall if she ever proposed that idea. There was this glint in her eye that scared the blonde.

What has Marnie done to his girlfriend?

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beemers-hell · 1 year ago

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**not me absolutely trying to avoid using Emoji’s but having the need to so I look silly and whimsical and not dramatic and like a frightened Victorian child😞**

ANYWAY….💀I’m new to sending a random thingy and I just wanted to send this anyway cuz I’m a little peanut brain and can’t decide on what I’m doing but besides that— 👹👹👹I REALLY LOVE YOUR ART STYLE SO MUCH ITS TOTALLY INSPIRING AND I THINK I SORTA GAINED A KIND OF LIKE “😦Oh Wowwie this person is so unique how do they post their art without being scared?” ((I posted like three things but I’m over here too goofy to go off from the Anonymous text thing but I really should cuz— 🧍🏽‍♀️……I’m rambling- 👹👹👹👹TO GET TO THE POINT I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOUR ART AND THROW A MILLION HEARTS ALL OVER YOUR CHARACTER DESIGNS RAAHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM AAAAAAAA❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️—-

(Also random thing but like- how do artist genuinely post stuff and just— get it noticed?—😞 sorry I absolutely suck at this since I rarely ask people things on here since I wanna post my own silly art and characters but I get all “😦…OH! PEOPLE CAN SEE MY THINGS—“..but at the same time wanting people to see my artwork?— YEAH ITS CONFUSING AND MY BRAIN IS SO FRIED TRYING TO DRAW MY FAVORITE MADNESS COMBAT CHARACTER…..))

😞sorry that I just wrote a bunch of vomit from my brain I just don’t know how to send things without rambling like a deranged creature—

I CANT TELL YOU ALL THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR BEING SO KIND TO ME ITS NOT FAIR RAUAGAHAGUGSIGJSH

As for how you get noticed, straight up you just gotta get lucky. If you're like me where you're scared of talking to people and interacting with others, you're just gonna have to leave it up to luck whether people notice you or not lmao. That's what happened to me! I just posted my stupid doodles to the madness tags and didn't do much else and I ended up getting lucky in that a lot of people noticed me and a lot of people liked my shit.

Or you can just interact with a lot of people and you'll get your name out there that way! I'm too chicken shit to do that so I don't know how well that works personally lmao

Straight up, you just gotta conquer your nervousness over posting art. I was terrified of sharing my oc x canon stuff with Eb and Tricky publically but hey lo and behold people were really nice and encouraging about it. And now I'm not AS afraid to share stuff thats personal to me! Really its all about not letting your anxiety stop you from doing what you like. I had to learn how to overcome that and you will too!

Also, to all my fellow "is anxious about sharing my personal stuff that I think others will think is cringe type of content publically, esp in the Madness fandom": No one else opinion matters because Krinks has your back dawg. My proof is this lol

#beemer asks #slash pos

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walder-138 · 8 months ago

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Also! Also! For any/all you wish to speak about uvu

🍓 🍄 👠

Thank you for the asks pookie! I completely forgot to answer this, so sorry again for the very late response!

🍓 (strawberry) - Does your oc believe in anything? Are they superstitious? Religious? Atheistic? Has anything in their past made them this way?

Oz knows there’s something out there, some sort of God or Jesus or Zeus or some shit like that. He was on the brink of death and miraculously made it out alive so many times he figured there’s gotta be something helping him out. The amount of deep-seeded wartime nostal- no, trauma, makes him skeptical of any ‘divine good’. In Oz’s mind, if God was all good, the nukes wouldn’t have gone off, there would be no war, and his daughter wouldn’t be crippled.

Annika is completely atheistic. Quite similar to Oz in her beliefs, she’d think that she would be dead if God existed, especially considering the shit she’s done. She thinks the idea of superstitions are stupid.

Abbey is a different story from both of them. Due to the the ‘cult’, she’s terrified of religion and has the deep fear that maybe they were right about everything, and she’d end up going to hell. Often, she’ll find herself doing things shutting down the TV, not listening to music, and punishing herself when she goes against a bullshit doctrine or even disobeys her adoptive father.

🍄 (mushroom) - Does your character like being in nature or do they prefer the indoors? Do they have any outdoor hobbies like camping or fishing? If they prefer the indoors, why?

Oz used to love the outdoors. Him, his brothers and sister used to spend hours throwing mud at each other, fishing, climbing trees, and playing near the train tracks. Old Man Clancy had to wrangle the 7 of them up from how much they loved being outside.

His love for the outdoors continued, until the middle of his service as an Army Ranger. Animals creeping out from the trees ain’t mean a thing compared to fully grown men with rifles, children with bombs strapped to their chests, or a Soviet ambush. It gave Oz a sense of danger every time he stepped out into the woods. Every rustle of a leaf made him feel like it’s happening all over again. He would try to take Jenny into the woods, rowing a canoe while she fished. He doesn’t want his fear to get in the way of Jenny being a kid, and she’s already limited in her movements.

(Skipping Annika— no clue what to put for her lmao)

Abbey LOVES being outside, as when she growing up, she wasn’t allowed to leave a certain area. Being in nature makes her feel free and away from the burdens of her everyday life. When Markus Foster took Abbey in, she’d spend hours just walking in circles in his backyard. It wasn’t that adventurous, but it helped Abbey feel safer to do something she ‘wasn’t supposed too’. Even as she’s older, she still spends hours just walking outside if she’s stressed out.

👠 (heels) - How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?

Oz LIVES in Hawaiian shirts. He’s got about 30 of them in his closet, and for every occasion. Thrifted, designer, doesn’t matter; if it’s got flowers on it (and doesn’t make him look feminine), he’ll purchase it. Besides the shirts, he usually wears cargo or acid washed jean pants, along with a pair of worn out brown boots from when he was a mechanic. I guess his outfit is pretty period typical, but I don’t think he’d follow trends per se, as he only focused on mobility and safety for work.

(Dawg would be wearing a baby blue Hawaiian shirt with pink and red flowers while reliving the most horrific events of his life and adding more of them 💀)

Annika used to be so fucking EXTRA before being betrayed in Turkey. When she didn’t need to hide her identity, she would often wear long dresses (with weapons hidden in the skirt, duh) and have herself done up nicely. Casual wasn’t even in her dictionary until the feds got to her. She find most of her clothes in thrift stores, as she wasn’t about to spend 80 bucks on a dress.

(Girl would be handing out the weapons if they needed to sneak them in. She would make a fucking SCENE whenever anyone accused her of hiding something under the skirt, calling them perverts and embarrassing the people around her into letting her in.)

Abbey, before the nukes hit Europe, would wear typical 70s clothing. Bell bottoms, black pumps, and colorful blouses. When the nukes hit, fabric shortages made designer clothes practically non existent, along with the FBI wanting all agents to be ready for attack, made her change into a more simple style. Black shirts, runnable sneakers/running shoes, still killed the bell bottoms though.

Thank you again for the ask!

#thanks for the ask!#oz clancy #annika voronova #call of duty oc #bell cod #call of duty cold war #oc #abbey foster #oc ask game #cod #bell oc

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applbottmjeens · 1 year ago

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TRIAL AND ERROR.

Phillip Graves x OC

MW3 SPOILERS AHEAD DAWG KEEP MOVING IF THAT ISN'T YOUR GAME

tags: MW3 SPOILERS! Phillip is a manipulative little shit, semi? canon compliant, Literally Anna why are you still with him, Domestic Phillip, Fluff(ish?), toxic ass relationship, Anna why are you doing this babygirl

summary: Phillip comes home post trial.

If anyone has the balls to lie to Congress, it's Graves. He'd do what it took to survive. Always a loophole or way to escape for a man like him.

He was gonna fly home today. Anna was too busy trying to make dinner and make sure her son Tommy was asleep. His little hat sticks to his head, tiny cat ears at the top. He looked so much like Anna, she wondered if his biological father's DNA did any work.

If anyone had the heart to raise a son that wasn't his, she was surprised it was Graves.

When Phillip comes home, Tommy’s crying stops. He loosens his tie and takes the boy into his arms, the baby chewing on his mittens.

He speaks so softly to him, its almost unrecognizable from him. “Heya bud…”

“He saw you on the TV earlier and got excited.” Anna says quietly, turning her cheek reluctantly as Graves comes and leans in for a kiss.

“Did he now?" Phillip's lips form into a toothy grin. "You see daddy win?” He coos to Tommy, patting Phillip's cheek with his tiny hands.

“...Don’t do that.” Anna says a bit too harshly.

He tilts his head, still bouncing little Tommy in his arms.

“Do what?”

“Call yourself his father.” She says, looking at her son in his arms, not wanting to admit how nice the sight was.

“I’m the closest thing this boy’s gon’ get to one, Annie. Might as well make it official.” He declares, and he braces for her to tell him she never agreed to anything like that again- but that never came. He finally wore her down in that argument.

She doesn’t yell this time. Good. He takes it as it closer to her eventual acceptance to his proposal of adopting the boy and giving him his last name. Tommy Graves did have a nice ring to it.

That's how you won with his Annie, you wore her down until she relented. It's how he fought, and how he hunted and how he loved.

He'd convinced her to do so much already, all thanks to the bundle of joy.

Join his Company? Why for the benefits and the financial protection for her son of course!

Move in with him? It's a much better home compared to the apartment she was staying in! Safer too.

Marry him? It's only the natural thing, right? Didn't she want her son to have a father figure? To have someone take care of her?

He was doing this all for her. Why couldn't she accept that?

"I'll go fix you a plate then." She mumbles,

"That'd be nice, baby. Thank you."

Anna would never say it to his face, but he's got this dad thing way more down than she ever could. A year ago this would've been her perfect life. But playing house with Phillip after everything he'd done felt like a mockery of the woman she used to be. Of the very foundation of love itself.

And yet she still makes him dinner. Still lives in his arguably nicer place, let's him try to earn her forgiveness with pretty things and let's him hold her son.

Because despite everything he's done… even though her autonomy and mind feels like a puppet on a string,

hes still right. This is a good life for her son, for her.

And as much as she wants to keep fighting it, she knows eventually she'll cave and just accept his proposal, and he can have what he wants:

His Annie. A family.

Because everything he wanted, he managed to make it what she wanted, too.

"...I love you." Those blue eyes look up at her so sweetly as she places his dinner at the table, Tommy in his highchair and Anna sitting across from him, sighing.

"I know." She replies, worn down by all of this.

Eventually, he'd get her to say it back.

Because Phillip always got what he wanted in the end.

#call of duty #phillip graves #annabelle kit pham #modern warfare oc #canon x oc #mw3 2023 #call of duty mw3 #modern warfare 3 #cod oc: annabelle “gremlin” pham #shadow!anna #phillip graves x oc #4:44

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bonniefront · 6 months ago

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Could you tell me more about Oliv?

* You got it dawg!!!

* Oliv's actual name is Oliver, I just love unnecessarily shortening my OCs names HAHA

* He was born as a single child to a single mother after his father passed away before he was born. Oliv had a perfectly fine childhood. His mother made enough money to support the two of them and his mother was a very gentle and caring woman

* But there was something strange about Oliv himself. His mother noticed it when he was around 3 or 4, but he seemed...apathetic. Oliv always seemed to have a blank look on his face. He never seemed to smile or laugh or seem sad. Olive's mother was very concerned but she couldn't afford to get him tested for anything. So she tried her best to make her son happy, always trying to encourage him to find hobby or friends. But Oliv never seemed to care about any of it. He had some hobbies like reading or learning about bugs, but even then he never seemed to express much joy in either of them

* As he got older and began a young teenager, his mother was REALLY concerned. He's never had any friends. He just stays in his room and reads whatever book he got from the library that week, or he sits on the front/backyard to observe the bugs. He didn't seem dissatisfied, of course, but his mother knew he couldn't live his life in isolation. So she told him to hand out in the fields or the lake where all the other neighborhood kids play

* Oliv did as he was told and went to hang out near the lake. Nothing really changed. He just sat by the water and read his books and looked at the new water bugs. There were a lot of kids playing around him and some tried to talk to him, but he's not much of a conversation person

* One day he was by the lake, as usual, and he got hit in the head with a soccer ball. A redhead boy his age came jogging over, apologizing profusely. That redhead was Bart

* Oliv shrugged it off and gave the ball back, thinking that was the end of it. But no. Bart started talking. He mentioned how he sees Oliv by the lake almost every day and questioned why he never joined the other boys. Did he not like sports? Was he only out here because he had to? Maybe he doesn't like exercise in general?

* Oliv answered his questions and figured that was the end of it again. No, he doesn't particularly care for sports but the outdoors was fine was his answer. But Bart kept talking. Going on about how he likes soccer the best and that not all sports are interesting to people. How the lake was nice and he likes to swim in it during the summer

* Oliv nodded along as he listened but didn't really offer any input. Bart eventually had to go back to his friends. Oliv was fine with that. But the next day came and Bart ran up to him again, sitting down next to him and saying that his legs were sore from playing yesterday and he just wanted to sit and relax. Oliv nodded and began looking at the bugs. Bart began talking again, rambling about nothing and occasionally asking Oliv a question about himself

* This routine continued for months. Oliv goes to the lake. Bart runs over when he's done playing, or he doesn't play at all with his friends. Bart talks, Oliv listens. The two learn more about each other and grow closer, not that Oliv realizes it. He isn't used to this kind of social interaction. It's a little exhausting. But it's fun

* Bart was the one who gave Oliv his nickname. Obviously Oliv introduced himself as "Oliver" to Bart when they first met. But as the months went by Bart began to call him "Oliv" instead. Oliv didn't mind. In fact, he...liked it. It was cool having a nickname

* As the boys grew closer Oliv finds himself being a little more expressive. He's occasionally chuckling at Bart's jokes or smiling a little when he finds a cool bug. He even felt a tear drip down his face when reading a sad book

* Oliv's mother is estatic when Oliv brings his friend over. After that it becomes a regular occurrence. Almost every day Bart comes over for lunch and dinner and for sleepovers. He doesn't talk much about his homelife but he seems really happy at Oliv's house

* The two get so close that they eventually consider themselves like brothers. Bart was the first one to bring it up, and Oliv agreed. After all this time he finally feels...real. He's spent his entire life feeling like nothing more than someone aimless floating in life. Someone with no ambitions or cares. He felt hollow. And although he's never felt insecure about himself, he felt like he wasn't "right". That he didn't belong. But now he's an older teenager and he's...happy. He's still not as expressive as others, but he no longer feels like some robot going through the motions

* The boys continue to spend their teen years being best friends and being "brothers". Bart pretty much LIVES at Oliv's house now, almost never going back to his own home. Oliv and his mother don't mind at all. Oliv's mother always wanted a second child. Bart ended up getting lost in the nearby woods one day and was partially mauled by wolves. When Bart was in the hospital and his mother never showed up after being called, Oliv and his mother understood why he never talked about his homelife and why he never wanted to go home. They were happy to be his new family

* In their late teen years they end up befriending another group of people. This boy named Fredrick and his girlfriend, Brandy. And Fredrick's younger brother, Alfred. Oliv feels at peace with his friends. Each of them have their own issues and it's hard for all of them to open up. But with time they help each other as best they can

#asks #oc lore #Oliv #* HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY 👹👹#* I originally had his story end with him dying but I kinda want him to just be chilling 😭#* Same thing with Bart and the others in the friend group #* But we'll see we'll see

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the-worm-wiggles · 2 years ago

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Hi I am going around to everyone who reblogged that post with tags: please use this ask as an excuse to ramble about your ocs I want to hear about them

Omg dawg that's so many people, kudos

Aight so the reason I said I'd drop it in the chronmune at some point is bc a lot of it's still secret (and a few of them follow me here so 🤐)

But I'll gladly do an overview of the chronmune and my characters yeah

So, the chronmune (originally "the ceaseless watcher's special little commune") is a tma based rp that started in april 2021 on discord. Following tiktok user crowpunkin's t party livestreams, where over a few months he and the chat brainstormed a fictional castle commune.

Once the discord was made it was swiftly turned into mostly being about the rp (though we still have plenty of beloved folk in there who don't rp)

I ended up being the one to develop much of the lore about the actual castle and commune and all that jazz in the rp.

And so, my bullshit:

The castle had existed for a very long time, longer than even the history I know of it. But what I do know of it is after it had been abandoned for only a few years. A couple moved in, known to us as Mx Chron and Ms Eye, and their child. Chron and Eye would do anything to protect their child, and fortunately for them, they had magic they could employ. So they took the opportunity.

A barrier, encompassing the entire castle grounds, to keep their family safe. Their child was away while they installed it, so they hoped it would be a nice surprise to return to.

But, of course, it went wrong.

The barrier instead made it so that members of the Chron-Eye family could not leave the castle grounds. And so that is where Mx Chron and Ms Eye died, after begging their child to never return, lest they also be trapped there.

Fast forward to the 1880s

The Chron-Eye family was still around, though the name had been bastardised. After dying of tuberculosis, Mee6 Cronie found themself to still be around, though no one could see them. They were a ghost.

Mee6 had always been a rambunctious child in life and took this opportunity to start a grand exploration. Which originally was just further into the city than she'd previously been allowed to go. But eventually took him across oceans to different countries.

1947

Mee6, much more corporeal and confident in their ghostly abilities than when they first died, found themself dealing with a new issue. The inability to leave a castle he had thought looked fun to explore.

And the worst part was that she was alone. There was a long time where she was unable to communicate and interact with others, but there were always people around.

But now it was just him.

And a swirling pattern on a wall, that seemed like it was trying to comfort them.

1965

Someone else entered the castle. Varis Zima, current representative of Chron. Not that Mee6 understood what that meant, but they were thrilled to find out that he was planning on bringing more people to the castle. Making it a beloved and fairly safe space.

1969

Varis- The High Priest finished setting up The Eye Commune, bringing in its first wave of inhabitants, and workers. For the commune was not just the commune but also had a fantastic cheese factory. These cheese makers would generate the main source of income for the castle.

The High Priest hadn't chosen this castle at random. It was a very spesific mission he went on to find the castle once inhabited by the first Chron avatar. He knew about the barrier and, being a Chron avatar himself, managed to gain control of it.

The cheese makers could not leave.

A young person, they couldn't have been older than 20, was visiting the town the castle was in. They saw a poster for the castle's cheese factory grand opening sale, and thought they might as well check ot out.

They were invited into the castle to look at the cheeses still maturing.

They could not leave.

Wow, what an incredibly long post for me and I didn't even get to the modern stuff, but that's more plot than lore anyway

#chronmune #tma rp #kinda #ocs #cw child death #cw death

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inexperiencedkronk · 1 year ago

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introduction to the acc!!! (real !! not clickbait !!!1!!1!)

idk what i'm going do bare with me for a moment. i mainly go by koda but you can call me later ;) /j kronk is good too. I'm pan and nonbinary, a questioning ace if you will, i'll go by basically any pronoun but they/he are my main. this acc is mainly going to be about my ocs, my friend's ocs, my friends and i's aus of our ocs and fandoms. mainly pokemon, TADC, animes galore and possibly zelda but my interests change like the passing winds of winter so expect absolutely zero consistency. now that we have me out of the way, dni lists. dni if you're overall an ass, ableist, racist, homophobic and all of that. dni if you're under 13 or mentally/physically unwell, i love gore and horror. dni if you like proshipping. dni if you're stingy with ships, like.. dawg they're full grown adults. looking at you TADC fandom 2 days after the pilot ep comes out. dni if you're looking for romanticized anything, mental health, SH and etc. I like gore, horror, etc but I'm not an idiot. just be nice and all will be well, accept and at the least be civil if you're gonna argue. EXPECTATION !!! nothing. i am inconsistent, but do expect the occasional gore art, oneshot and whatnot once in a while. though i may post my thoughts from time to time, tumblr seems like a lovely place to do so. that's pretty much it. hope you like art.

#introduction #intro post #blog intro

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the-blonde-adventurer · 3 years ago

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Never Ending Truths (17)

Indiana Jones x OC

Summary: Everyone is born with a matching tattoo to their soulmate, but not everyone can feel their soulmate’s emotions. Harley LaCarrubba is a freshman attending Marshall college to one day be an archeologist with her passion for history. Lucky for her, she is being taught by none other than the famous Indiana Jones, the school heartthrob. She can feel her soulmate’s emotions but never met him in real life, making her feel guilty about having a crush on her professor.

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Indy has taken care of me and has spent every moment by my side. He would read my homework to me while I listened and told him what I wanted to write. We got to the math portion, and I could tell he was frustrated with me for not understanding. "Come on, Harley, think, it's easy."

"Easy for you! I don't have a damn doctorate, and I'm sick as a dawg!" I shout at him as I start coughing. "Fuck my head and throat." I whine.

"Come on; we need to finish this, so you don't fail the class." He takes his glasses off and pinches the bridge of his nose. We worked on my math homework until I finally finished it to understand better. Indy put all of my books up and pulled out his papers to grade. I throw the covers off of me and slowly try to get out of bed. "Where are you going?" He questioned me.

"To shower, I feel disgusting."

"You need help?" He asks innocently with pure intentions of helping. I look down at him and shake my head. "I'll be fine; I'm a big girl. I can do it myself." I walked over to the bathroom as my muscles screamed with each step.

"Just leave the door unlocked."

"Fair." I agree to his conditions as I turn the water on and walk out to get a new clean outfit. I walk back in and undress, letting it fall to the floor. I get in, letting the hot water splash on my body, relaxing my muscles.

I walk out with the towel on my head, feeling refreshed from my shower. Indy looked up as he sat on his side of the bed with a smirk on his face. "Feel better?"

"Definitely." I smile as I take the towel off and dry out my hair. I threw the towel on the shower rack to dry before brushing my hair. I got back in bed, leaning on his shoulder as I hugged his arm.

**** **Three weeks later**

We both have returned to school and have to hide our relationship. I've made a friend. I was walking the hallway to my class when I saw this girl with short dark brown hair, glasses that made her eyes wide, smooth tan skin, and a skinny frame. She dropped her books, and papers flew everywhere as she bumped into me. "I'm so sorry!" She scrabbles around. I helped her pick them all up and handed them to her as she still scrambled without looking at me. "Thank you so much!" She says as she stands up. "No problem." I tell her. She looked up at me, shocked, and became nervous as she saw me.

"You alright?"

"Yes." She looks down at the ground.

"Why are you scared?" I questioned her as I noticed her body language.

"I don't want you to hurt me for bumping into you." She admits. I couldn't help but laugh at her, unable to control myself. "I'm not going to hurt you. Why do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"You always look like you're going to fight someone." She tells me.

"Haha, it's just my face. You sit next to me in math, Danielle, right?"

"Yes." She nods her head with a smile as we walk down to mythology.

"Nice." I smile at her.

"Umm, would you like to have lunch with me?"

"Sure." I smile at her as we walk to the same class taking our seats. I pull out my notebook, ready for Madrina's lesson.

*** I got up and waited for Danielle by the door so that we could walk to lunch together. "So, what are you majoring in?" I ask her, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

"History, I want to be a history teacher." She smiles at me. "What about you?"

"History, I want to be an archeologist." I smile as we walk to the cafeteria together. We got our food and went outside to see all the tables were full. "Sit on the grass?" I suggest.

"Sure." She smiles. "I've never done this before."

"Sat on the grass?" I raise my brows in shock.

"No, I've always sat at a table in fear of getting my dress dirty." She explains.

"Live a little, Danielle." I laugh as I sit down, feeling the grass on my legs. I began to eat when I saw Indy walking to lunch, scratching his legs with his foot while his hands were in his pockets. He looked over at me, then at Danielle. "I wonder if he got bit by mosquitoes on his last trip or something." She tells me.

"Probably."

"You should talk to him about being an archeologist. He might have great pointers for you." She tells me.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea." I tell her as I lift my legs off the grass, knowing that's what was causing him to be so itchy.

"It's crazy every girl here has a crush on him. Leslie Golding has a picture of him in her notebook." She tells me.

"What?" I turn my attention to her.

"Yeah, she took it out of the paper. She's planning on making a move on him."

"Making a move?" I get jealous she wants to make a move on my man. That dumb cheerleader who barely passes her classes and intends to make a move.

"She hasn't decided on what to do yet, but she talks about it to all of the other cheerleaders. You know, being invisible has its advantages sometimes; I get all the juicy gossip. I even hear what they say about you."

"What do they say about me?" I question before taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Mixed reviews, honestly. Everyone agrees you are beautiful but very mysterious. You look like you're going to fight anyone who talks to you, you are a badass for riding your horse through campus, everyone calls you cowgirl, you are brilliant and should be in advanced classes, and most of the guys have a huge crush on you. All the guys hope you are their soulmate."

"Hmm, well, I've never heard anyone talk bad about you." I smile kindly at her.

"No one knows who I am." She sighs.

"I know who you are. You just need a little more confidence and speak up more." I smile at her as we have a nice lunch.

"I don't know; I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut and head down."

"Why?" I question her.

"Because I would get bullied for who I am. They don't like my kind around here."

"Italian?" I smile at her, hoping to have someone else who relates.

"Yeah, how did you know?" She looks up at me, shocked.

"Takes one to know one." I smile at her in Italian. She had a giant smile on her face as she looked me up and down. "You hide your accent very well. No one would know."

"No offense, but you don't look or sound Italian." She replies before taking a bite of her apple.

"I get it from my mother; she was Irish." I smile at her as I watch the beautiful fountain splash water everywhere. I wonder what Indy is doing. We finish eating and just enjoy our time outside. "So, have you found your soulmate yet?" She asks me.

"No." I sigh, acting disappointed, so she wouldn't think I'm lying. "I'm sure I'll find him someday."

"Me too." She nods her head.

"Hey, no use in being sad about it. You could go and have fun and work on yourself then when you meet your soulmate, you'll be confident and can focus on the relationship."

"Is that what you're doing?" She asks me.

"Yeah, I'm not all the way out together like I give off. Most of the time, I'm nervous and scared and can't focus for shit; also, I have a very short temper." I laugh at myself before continuing. "I've come up with a good little system to help me focus, and most of my professors know and tell me to focus. I've learned how to fight, ride horses, shoot, I'm going to college to further myself, and now I'm making friends." I smile at her as I list off. She stared at me with awe as she listened to me. "Fake it till you make it act like you have confidence and no one will know how you feel inside. The first thing is posture; that's a key element in faking it. You look like you're constantly hiding with your shoulders slouched like that. Shoulders back, sit tall, head up." She then did as I said.

"See better already." I nudge her. "Just live a little, don't be scared."

"Haha, thanks. I can never picture you scared or nervous." She tells me.

"Trust me, inside; my emotions are all over the place. Sometimes we need to be reminded to keep our head up, and things will be okay." I tell her truthfully as I think about all the times Indy had to calm me down and tell me to lift my head up.

"Yeah, I'm just so nervous all the time." She fumbles with her fingers.

"I'll help you get over it." I smile kindly at her. The bell rang for the end of lunch, and we cleaned up all of our trash to throw away. I turn to see Indy sitting at one of the tables reading some book. I threw away my trash as Danielle did the same. Indy looked up at us and nodded his head, greeting us. "Afternoon, professor." Danielle tells him nervously. "Afternoon." I smile at him

"Afternoon, ladies." He greets us. I turn around to get to class, not wanting to be late. I turned back to see she was still frozen by the trash can. "Danielle?" I call her.

"Coming." She rushes to my side. "What's your next class?"

"I have history with you." She tells me.

"Alright, let's go before we are late." I tell her sternly as I take one last glance at Indy, who was chuckling. We walk down the path to our class. "What happened?"

"I froze; I didn't know what to do. Ughh, I'm so stupid he probably thinks I'm some weird fan of his." She looks down at the ground, shaking her head regretting the whole interaction.

"Head up, look where you're walking. It doesn't matter anymore. It was in the past." I tell her as we reach history with a few minutes to spare.

*** Class ends, and I go into the hall and wait for Danielle. "What class do you have now?" I ask her.

"English."

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow." I wave goodbye to her as I walk to Indy's class. I got inside, taking my seat while he wrote on the chalkboard.

"Afternoon, miss LaCarrubba." He greets me.

"Afternoon, professor." I smile as I take my seat in the front row, where I have been all year. "I heard something interesting today about your fan club."

"Oh? And what is that?"

"You know the head cheerleader Leslie Golding?" I ask him.

"Unfortunately, what about her?" He turned around, confused as to what I was getting at.

"She's after you; I heard she's planning on making a move." I say as I stare into his eyes.

"Huh, you're a little late to the game on that one. She draws on her test and leaves little notes." He shakes his head disapprovingly. "Plus, cheerleaders aren't my type."

"Oh? I didn't know you had a type." I say as I watch the door making sure no one would walk in.

"I do." He smirks at me, sending me a secret wink. I couldn't help but smile, feeling a little better like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders. People started to walk in, taking their seats, and Leslie Golding sat down next to me wearing some stupid pink, yellow, and green knitted sweater with a pink skirt, pearls around her neck, her brown hair in a fancy bun behind her head. Indy began to teach, then froze as he looked closer at Leslie before becoming speechless and losing his place.

I look at Leslie before looking at Indy and crossing my arms, feeling jealousy set in. I push my pencil off my desk, making it look like an accident, and catch her attention. She looked down at me, and I saw something written on her eyelids. "Hun, you have a booger on your nose." I tell her, trying to make her feel insecure. She frantically whipped her nose and looked at me, asking if she got it. I noticed she had 'love you' written on her eyes. This bitch. "Yeah, you got it." I smile at her, happy my little plan worked. Indy turned back to the board, and I felt him kissing my lips, letting me know I shouldn't be jealous. I was content for the rest of class, knowing I made her feel terrible and that Indy was more interested in me. The bell rang, releasing us from class as all the students raced out except of Leslie and myself.

"Miss Golding, stay behind." Indy tells her, then looks over at me, wanting me to head home. I pick up my things and head home, wishing to stay for their conversation. I wonder why he wants to be alone with her. Why is he keeping her after class with that crap on her eyes? She told him I love you before Indy and I said those words to each other. I can't believe that bitch. Hitting on my man like that. I get into my car, tossing all my things inside in a huff.

*** I park in the garage and get out of my car, grabbing my bag before going inside. I start on my homework, keeping my mind off of things. I heard the door open and saw Indy walk in with roses in his hand as his mouth went into that sexy smile I love. He came over, kissing my cheek. "Hello, my gorgeous soulmate." He cutely smiles.

"Hello." I reply, glancing at him before going back to my math homework.

"I got you these." He puts the flowers in front of my face. I take them and smell the sweet freshness that tickled my senses. "I just want you to know you're the only woman who has my eye. There's no need to be jealous of that dumb cheerleader." I smile a toothless grin before looking at him. "You're my soulmate, not her." He breaths softly as he moves my hair behind my ear. "Also, last I recall, you're the one sleeping in my bed, not her." He tried to make me feel better, and I couldn't lie, it was working. He takes my hand and softly pulls me up so we would both be standing. "Don't let my little fan club get to you, doll." He brushed my cheek with the back of his hand as he looked down at me lovingly. He leaned down, placing his warm lips on mine, sending my heart into a flutter. The kiss was sweet and full of passion, and I felt everything he was trying to say. We pulled back, and Indy placed his forehead on mine. "You and me." He breaths, trying to catch his breath.

"Always." I breathed back as he wrapped his strong arms around me. I know I shouldn't be jealous, but I have difficulty trusting him around other women after I felt him cheat. I don't think he would cheat on me now, but the thought lingers in my head. He placed a kiss on my cheek before walking into the kitchen. "So why did you tell her to stay after class?"

"I told her what she did was very inappropriate, and I did not appreciate her interrupting my class like that. I told her I wasn't interested in her and would never have relations with a student." He tells me as he leans against the counter with his arms crossed as he watches me put the roses in a vase. "Liar." I chuckle at him before going back to my roses. "I also told her I have a soulmate that I care about deeply and would never cheat on her." He tells me, knowing how that would make me feel, but he acted as if it were nothing. "Oh yeah?" I smile at him.

"Yeah, so you have nothing to worry about. I'm all yours." He chuckles with a wink.

"Good." I tell him seriously as I set the flowers on the counter.

"Yeah, I don't like preppy dumb cheerleaders. She has the second-worst grade in my class. It's kinda sad."

"What's your type then?" I ask him as I stand before him, looking into his eyes. He smirked at me as he put his hands on my waist. "I like intelligent, tough, adventurous women. I have a thing for sassy blondes, the ones who always seem to make the situation a light one. Not care what other people think while she sings at the top of her lungs and gets others to join in. The ones that can ride a horse better than most men I know and look badass while doing it. The kind that is so cute with her little quirks and says random things she notices. The ones who can understand what I'm feeling make me feel better with a simple touch. I like hot-headed Italians that aren't afraid to fight anyone. But most importantly, I love the ones I can be myself around and not have to hide behind a mask and be venerable with no harsh remarks." He lists off as he pulls me closer, going to my neck and placing soft kisses as he whispers sweet nothings. "One that drives me absolutely wild." He kissed my jaw, going to my ear. "No other woman can compete with you, my soul." He breaths warmly on my neck. I was overjoyed when he whispered that in my ear, and he knew it by how fast my heart started racing. He chuckled and then placed a kiss on my cheek. "Alright, sweetheart, go finish your homework."

"Okay." I smile before going back to the table.

#indy #fanfic #harrison ford #indiana jones #soulmate #adventure #romance #never ending truths #raiders of the lost ark #teacher x student

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angelwowings · 8 months ago

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THIS IS SO TRUE OMG SHE IS A TRAUMA OC!!! SHE WAS THERE MADE FOR A TRAUMTIZED KID TO COPE WITH ABUSE!!!! Stop rewriting her take any other character that isn’t a trauma oc but she DOES NOT BELONG TO YOU!!! Do not mold her into your own oc

Please guys this is the only boundary Dani wants us to respect like “oh he doesn’t care about the characters anymore” yeah cause he was harassed out of the fandom dawg he still has boundaries yall just don’t listen to them

She is also a very personal character to me and tic toc clock Dani left her here for people like us (tic toc clock,and basically all of my clockwork friends cause he knew people found comfort in her and it connected people which is absolutely true!! I’ve met amazing people 🍀🌷through clockwork and connected to them it’s so nice I could bond over what happened to me and that it happened to others too + more

And it’s draining for us too see how our source of comfort be just rewrite for some people cause they’re like “oh her story sucks” clockwork is not there for you she is there for the people who find comfort in her that’s the only reason why Dani still lets us use her cause he knows she helped people to cope with their trauma

OK BEFORE I SEE ANY “people can’t have hcs anymore” LISTEN I eat up headacanons all the time but y’all seriously gotta leave clockwork alone and understand that she is just not a character you can touch or change !! Any character that is a trauma oc should actually just belong to the creator. But Dani was nice enough to even have us let her still be used in the fandom this is the least you can do🙏🏻

Also about the miss characteristics she is just a traumatized killer she does not kill for fun. + her only source of comfort is toby and I see alot of people make her look like she hates Toby and pushes him away when that’s clearly not how it is i know you can have headcanons but this is out of character at peak not to mention she canonly never gets over toby and only cries in front of toby and cant get sleep without nightmares unless she’s with him. I feel like this all goes back to the misogyny that there was in the early days and still exists it especially shows at the ones who like to say “clockworks story is badly written” but then go on and say Toby’s or Jeff’s story is good it’s so clear that these types of people target woman.

Ok thanks for coming to the tulip truth 🌷

Clockwork and Mischaracterization

I'm tired of seeing Clockwork get treated like a cunty bitch who hates people. She's not that, she is NOTHING like that. It goes back to the stigma of Toby dickriders wanting to ship themselves with him + wanting Clockwork out of the picture. There's nothing wrong with that on a SURFACE level but the level people in the creepypasta fandom take their hate of TicciWork and Clockwork goes beyond simply a fandom thing; this hate caused her creator to leave the fandom, because of their actions, her creator gets anxiety even seeing her name.

Worse, it hasn't stopped, nobody cares about the damage they've done and continues to dickride a character who had to be KILLED OFF to get people to shut the fuck up. On the initial note, however, more people need to see Clockwork for who and what she is.

Clockwork is NOT a mean cold-hearted bitch, what she is a deeply scarred individual who kills out of fear, to relive killing her family when things get hard for her. In art depictions, we see how much she genuinely loved Toby and how much he loved her back, how wholesome and precious their relationship was, we see her lash out but we also see her scared and emotional like the troubled person she is. She would not be a bitchy ex because they're NOT EVEN EXES, TOBY IS DEAD.

The creator has nothing against headcanons or anything but CLOCKWORK IS NOT OUR CHARACTER, he made that very clear; she is not ours to rewrite, she is not ours to remake, what she is, is a deeply personal character to her creator, leave her story alone. Make headcanons, aus, whatever but please, for once, keep her canon in mind.

It's the bare minimum of what her creator asks of us

#LOUDEST REBLOG EVER #THIS IS SO TRYE #PLEASE GUYS SHE IS A TRAUMA OC #SHE IS NOT MADE FOR A REWRITE STOP REWRITING HER #PLEASE #watch the “people can’t have hcs anymore Post be made for respecting boundaries

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add1ss0n · 3 years ago

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Dawg I think I might be hyperfixating on your OCs. Specifically Klondike and also Spyder. I mean you did kinda make my taste in women and my taste in men into characters there-

Ok but seriously all the characters on this blog are so well-written and loveable I'm hyperfixating on your blog. I always look forward to reading your posts so much so uh thanks.

crying. sobbing. thanmk you

honestly i'm always convinced my writing is just Shit Tier Bad because of some past experiences with writing fanwork - it's nice to know at least someone thinks it's decent.

also that makes two of us lmao i think about these characters and the other blogs literally all day

#ooc posts

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years ago

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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 6

[Erik Killmonger x Black!OC]

Word Count: 6.7K

A/N: I am now inspired to write again because a tweet said that Disney+ had hella issues on the date it dropped and 10 million people still stuck around to watch it. I’m taking that same energy with me.

“Mara, I won’t ask you again.” Erik says sternly. Kimara looks around casually, glad that they are at least located in a public place...though he still doesn’t seem to care.

“MARA!” Erik barks.

“Don’t cause a scene! Damn, you have absolutely no common sense!” She hisses as an elderly white couple looks away and walks faster down the path. A breeze starts to pick up in the air, causing the treetops to dance in the distance.

“Really? All I got is common sense when I hear you tryna pull a fast one on me. And to bring someone I respect in on this, that’s fuckin low!”

Kimara adjusts her seating on the bench as the metal digs into you thigh meat. “Respect?? Oh please, you were just knocking him on some petty shit last week! And I didn’t mean to! Ok? I’m sorry!”

“For what? I need specifics, lay out the entire situation for all the other nosy white folks walkin round the park today. They wanna see someone act a fool, I’ll give it to them if you keep pussy footin around.” Erik leans back on the bench, spreading his chest wide with pride as he stares her down. She can’t stand him.

Kimara lets out a sigh, laying one hand on his inner thigh for extra focus. “I am sorry...for putting you through so much pain and agony. I know how much the relationship means to and I shouldn’t have put it in danger by getting myself involved without talking to you first. And even then, I should’ve known better. I couldn’t even enjoy it without thinking about you and what you would think. So...never again. I promise.”

Erik scratches his chin, bouncing his leg before dipping his head down to look at Kimara over his fake gold rimmed eyeglasses with matronly contempt. “Long as you learnt never to watch Euphoria without me, we good.”

Kimara squeezes his leg, letting out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank God. You really bout to cut me over Fez and Rue huh?”

Erik sits up, clapping his hands together. “They are the true OTP if I ever seen one. They ain’t even gotta be intimate or whatever, just the fact that someone been through her journey and is now doing everything to help clean her up while the forces of small white town bullshit enable her is...poetry dawg.” Erik leans back shaking his head in awe.

“Babe, you are sappier than a maple tree in the summertime.” Kimara shakes her head, the loveliness of their conversation filling her head like a delicious fog she didn’t want to ever see the end of, but Erik’s lunch break was almost up.

Erik kisses her softly, making Kimara wipe the transfer of her gloss off his lips.

“Uh uh! Don’t worry bout all that baby. If that shit makes your lips as good as I like, I could use some too.”

“You so stupid!” Kimara cackles as they both get off their bench and walk side by side: his hand on her hip, her arms locked around his waist with one ear to his chest.

“This was nice.” Erik says distantly, more to himself than to her.

Kimara cranes her face toward his. “Yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah, just to not think about any of the bullshit we’ve had to deal with, enjoy God’s creations out here in the gentrified park. I feel like a damn retiree with stock and bonds and 401K real fat.”

Kimara settles in step with him again. “But you have all those things…”

“But I ain’t retired! White America don’t want a nigga to retire. Swear everything would go belly up if Black folks could live off of the fruits meant for them. They’d burn the whole damn thing down before that would happen.”

Kimara rubs his back to settle him. “Peaceful thoughts, remember?”

Erik’s chest expands and caves. “Aight. But real life is literally around the corner, so as much as I would like to have you in my office, I got shit to take care of.” Erik takes her chin and lifts her face up to his. “My Mara, My Mara…”

“...I’ll never be farther.” Kimara says with only slight embarrassment beause their little saying is so damn cute. Erik used to do cute rhymes with her name around the quad whenever she got down on herself or he thought he had her on the ropes to giving in to him. Rarely worked, but constantly appreciated. “I gotta go get some extra stuff for our dinner party later this week, so hopefully I won’t be too long at the studio. We got a new artist laying down a demo that should be pretty fire.”

Erik puts a fist to his mouth excitedly. “Oh worm? Finally my lady finna be the new M-M-M-Maybach Music!”

Kimara rolls her eyes. “I’ll be more than that! I got about two songs on there I’m getting writing credit for. I may wind up on the radio and you don’t even know it. But you’ll know them checks!”

Erik couldn’t smile harder if he had hooks in his mouth. “Your passion got you going off! Nothing wrong with it either, you deserve it. It’s been a long time coming.”

“It has. So, go on so I can make this deal happen.”

They locked fingers until distance forced them to break their grip. Erik waves off Kimara as she saunters up the path to the main road. His chest swelled with pride over his lady, she’s always been one of a kind. Her happiness is his happiness, without question. As he walked away, across the exquisitely decorated post modern/art deco lobby, to the elevator to the 33rd floor to his office, a cloud of dread weighed back on him that only got better with the help of Alaina. If she wasn’t his partner on this revamp project with Boeing, he’d be shitting himself on a regular.

Erik walks by a conference room, stopping short of turning the corner of the glass walls. He opens the door and peeks inside to see his friend hunched over a laptop, jumping slightly in her seat as he came across the room towards her.

“Damn, Erik! Why do your big ass feet step so lightly? Almost gave me a heart attack!” She breathed out a ragged sigh of relief.

Erik pulls out a chair to sit down, chuckling at her expense. “My bad, I just had to come in when I seen you slaving away in here. Figured you could use a distraction.”

Alaina smooths her hair back in her bun, her nude colored mouth in a tight, closed smile.

“I WISH you were a distraction for me, but unfortunately this involves the both of us. While you were on break, Asshole and Son recommend we draft a final proposal for the FAA to approve.”

Erik sat shocked. “What? Fuck, I mean that’s fucking crazy but kind of exciting too, right?”

She wags her finger. “Don’t forget we are only the field niggas round here. It sounds like an honor but in the end I am sure little Leave it to Beaver will be taking all the credit his daddy can send his way in order to keep the big wigs in good graces within the family.”

Erik taps his fingers on the deep wooden table, thinking. Would they really double cross him that far? Bringing him in on a project to mentor the bosses son only to pull the rug up under him and make him look like player two?

“That’s so damn white, sounds right.” Erik sighs in somewhat disbelief.

Alaina shrugs. “Told you. And until I hear it from him otherwise, that’s what I’m going to assume.” Alaina sighs and stretches her shoulders before going back in on the keyboard.

Erik furrows his brow. “If that’s it, then why are you still working on it? Don’t you wanna pack up and move on? You were brought here special for this, your time is wasted the most.”

Alaina’s eyes cast a ‘nigga please’ gaze on Erik. “Mr. Future Baby Fava, I think our time has been equally wasted. But guess what isn’t cut for my time here? My pay: which is double what I make at my primary while I’m here so…” She slowly leans over to grab Erik’s wrist. “...until I hear the fat white man sing, we’re gonna work on this project for as long as we can to milk that cow til it lays a golden goose egg and rolls the tortoise to the finish line!”

Erik scoffs. Alaina’s antics are half the reason Erik can’t quite distance himself from her. She has a liveliness that he’s kind of missed lately. “Man, you a trip and a fifth. But I like your style. Might as well get it done then.”

“Oh fuck that, I’m done for the day.” Alaina crisply closes her laptop, packin it under her arm and grabbing her case with the other.

“Whatchu mean? I thought you said-”

“I worked through my lunch, like a boss ass bitch does. You gotta work yours off, so Imma leave you to it. Call me if you bleeding out your ears from stress: no less than that.”

Erik rolls his eyes as he gets up and watches her walk away. The woman is working his last good nerve on purpose, but he likes it. The job isn’t as boring or predictable with her around. Now he just has to show her who the superstar has been all this time. If he works hard at this, it won’t be for these fat cats, it’s gonna be a bonafide competition and he ain’t scared to fight a girl.

—

At the studio, Kimara finishes up a session with a local up and coming artist named Delilah. Sweet girl, comes across very introverted until a mic is in front of her. Kimara appreciated her vibes and talent, baby girl is on trend so long as she stays cute she is bound to be noticed. Kimara ends their session a little early, wishing her well when it was time to wrap.

Kimara felt like the studio was her second home most of the time but today she had to get to her real home REAL quick to get dinner prepared. Tonight is the double dinner date with T’Challa and his boo of the moment. She kept trying to get ahold of Erik for help with ingredients but he kept leaving her on read.

Rick, the studio owner caught Kimara before she was able to get out the door.

“Hey Rick I know I cut things early, but I don’t have a lot of time unfortunately. I have dinner to take care of tonight with some friends that is so damn important, you wouldn’t believe.”

Rick smiles a large proud papa smile. “Oh I won’t keep you, but this news might. Remember Peter Gafflin? Legendary alternative rock/country artist extraordinaire who really love you last time y’all were in the booth together.”

Kimara couldn’t forget that man from their last session. She hadn’t been exalted for her talent that highly since Petey Pablo came in that one time and promised her name would be on a Freek A Leek remix.

“Yeah, what about him?” She asks.

Rick could not help his smile to save his life. “He called me up earlier today, saying he is planning to go on the road soon.”

“Yeah, yeah. That happens often when you drop a new album.” Kimara says impatiently.

“Right. So he was thinking that you would hopefully be available to join him for some shows on his North American leg of the tour.”

Kimara stood there like the Men In Black just wiped her memory. “Are-are you serious? When? How? What would I do??”

“He wants you to SING for him like you did that day, background vocals and he thought a duet portion would be nice too. You know the song ‘Boys Aren’t Born on Tuesdays?’”

Kimara clutches her chest. “Oh my God, that song is so rich. And he wants ME to sing it with him?”

“Uh huh!’ Rick slaps her arm in congratulations, but Kimara could barely feel anymore.

“In front of thousands. Across America...oh my God!”

Rick and Kimara hug excitedly, so much so that Rick has to wipe his eyes a little. “So is that a yes?”

Kimara stopped cheering to finally think a little. “I mean, I don’t know. If this was any other time I would say yes, but...I have some obligation here. I’m deep into trying to start a family and settle a little.”

Rick makes a face of pity. “I understand, I know. And I hope you do get that. Just…”

“Just…” Kimara parrots.

“...it’s Peter Gafflin.”

“It is Peter Gafflin.” Kimara says disheartened. She had been waiting for years to get something off the ground with a top tier artist, but the universe had a funny way of timing.

“Did I mention how much pay is?” Rick muses.

Kimara fans herself with a newspaper as she watches the rolls baking in the oven. She is so thankful to have gotten dessert from the bakery, because she was over it with cooking. She checks her phone for the time: ten minutes til 7. Her notifications show nothing from Erik yet, though she texted him twice today reminding his to not forget them hosting T’Challa and his girl. Twice, Erik texted that he’s got her, but that was five hours ago, now who knows what the hell he is up to. It would be perfect to bring up her good news with him in front of T’Challa and his date, while he smiles up at her with a hand inconspicuous and possessively on her behind...

But the light and fluffy feelings for the evening were quickly dwindling. Before she could send a last threatening text to convince him to bring his ass, the doorbell sounds at the last sentence. Kimara curses out loud, grabbing her oven mitt to take out the rolls that are a perfect golden brown. She dabs her brow with a spare dinner napkin before clopping her way to the door.

Opening it with a flourish, Kimara opens her arms in excitement.

“You made it!” She says with a cheery song.

T’Challa looks at her fondly, his mouth slowly curling into a smile. Kimara warms up to seeing her friend at her doorway.

“I was going to say it has been too long, but time moves backward for you. You look beautiful.”

Kimara places a hand on her hip for emphasis, trying to withhold her joy in his compliment in the worst way. “Oh please, it hasn’t been that long. You cleaned up good too.”

Kimara always enjoyed the way T’Challa dresses like royalty without even meaning too, choosing pieces that elongate his lean body, squaring his wide shoulders to create a proud presence.

T’Challa places a hand to his date’s lower back. “Iman has been looking forward to this night all week.”

A smiling Iman holds out a bottle of Proseco. “T has told me so much about you and your husband. You all seem to be a pretty tight family.”

Kimara takes the chilled bottle and leads them inside. “Oh yes. We have all known each other for so long, I can’t imagine not having known them.”

Placing the bottle on the table, Kimara claps her hands anxiously. “So I have prepared us a nice little salad and a pork...uh...pasta ” Kimara’s mind goes blank trying to remember what it’s called, she had only Googled the recipe that day. Tapping her foot, fidgeting, Kimara gives up. “Hell, some type of pork and spaghetti with peppers and shit. It’s got cheese too, it’s good. LEGGO!”

T’Challa and Iman chuckle as they head to the dining room. “Well whatever it is it smells great! I know your man must be fat and happy living with you.” Iman gushes, pulling out her chair to sit at the table.

Kimara shakes her head humbly as the unwraps the foil on the proseco. “Lucky for me, he is pretty active at the same time so it sticks in the right places. If only he could actually BE in the right places when we schedule things that way. Oh shit, lemme find a cork opener.”

Kimara rushes into the kitchen slamming drawer after drawer looking for the elusive corkscrew. She slams the bottle down a little too hard in frustration and hears the vibration of her phone on the counter next to her.

“Do you need assistance, Kimara?” T’Challa’s steady, gentle voice says behind her. She turns to see his concerned face looking down at her, hands firmly planted behind him respectfully.

Kimara waves her hand in frustration. “Aht aht! It’s fine, don’t leave Iman alone in there!”

“She is fine. Are you?” He asks quietly while opening a cabinet above the sink.

Kimara opens her phone to look at her notification. “Been better. Rather not talk while I’m supposed to be entertaining you guys.”

“But-”

Kimara puts her phone down hard. “RAGU! It was a pork ragu! With basil fettuccine, ugh! DUH!” Kimara turns to see T’Challa holding the corkscrew in his hand.

T’Challa continues, ignoring her topic change. “You should let me know if he isn’t being good to you.”

Kimara takes the corkscrew in one hand, bottle in the other trying to maintain her blood from boiling. “No I don’t. I would discuss that with my husband.”

“And he is where?” T’Challa asks calmly as Kimara walks past him and back to the table.

“God, what a help your beau is, we can finally have a much needed sip sip, eh?” Kimara exclaims a little too happily, sitting at the table as she drills the corkscrew in.

T’Challa opens the glass serving dish to examine dinner. “This smells very good, I will fix a plate for you, Iman.”

“No! I should serve you, Mr. King! Move your hand from that spoon.” Iman gets up, swinging her hips happily from side to side, digging the serving spoon into the delicious mix of sauce, noodles, and meat.

T’Challa gives a shy smile. “I appreciate it greatly, thank you.”

Kimara jerks the corkscrew out of the bottle too hard, knocking the handle against the table, causing T’Challa and Iman to look at her with shock.

“Pop goes the weasel, right?” Kimara giggles as she pours a third of the bottle into her glass, half an inch from the brim. She takes ahold of her glass, taking a few hearty gulps.

“So! Tell me how are things with you all, still in the honeymoon phase?”

Iman finishes off her plate, settling in to eat. “Well, I wouldn’t say that. Me and T are still kinda getting to know each other still, so I think honeymoon phase is a little too soon to call,” she says as she nervously scratches the back of her head as T’Challa just keeps on eating.

Kimara starts to feel warm, keeping mental note that the fucking must’ve halted between them. “Well there’s no need to rush at all. Relationships are so much damn work, it must be nice to cuddle up to a stranger every so often.”

Iman offers some wine to T’Challa who declines. “Have things been going well at the studio? Recording?”

“Oh yeah, more than recording actually. Sure, I just wish that I had the gumption to pull the trigger on doing some of my own shit. I got a lot of praise from artist and even the owner of the studio; I’ve known him a long time. But when it all comes down to it I just wonder what’s the point. That’s all gonna change soon though, no worries about me!”

Iman pouts with sympathy. “What do you mean?! You are a damn good looking lady and to have talent enough that people brag about, you gotta do something with it while you’re young and able!”

“I know I’m young and able. Well, I’m trying to start a family while I’m still young and able too.” Kimara mumbles, slumping in her chair.

“Oh! You are? Congratulations! From what little I remember from the night I met T, he seemed like a handsome guy with a good head on him. If he hadn’t brought us home, we may not be seeing each other now.” Iman’s hand disappear under the table to presumably T’Challa’s thigh, who looks over at her with kind eyes. “And that reminds me of your story. So T here got you and your husband together. What are the details on that?”

Kimara is two sips from the bottom of her glass. “Ohhh, that’s not dinner conversation unfortunately.”

Iman makes eyes at her. “Oooh, that scandalous huh? We all adults here, but I understand. Me and T weren’t very biblical our first night meeting so, hey.”

T’Challa wags a finger. “It’s not that, don’t be crass.”

Iman tuts at him. “I’m just being friendly, what’s the issue.”

“It’s a personal story. It should wait until Erik is here at least.” T’Challa offers.

Kimara puts her glass down, plate still empty or any dinner. “I don’t wanna bring that nigga up here anymore tonight, aight?”

Iman freezes mid bite as T’Challa sits up in his chair. “Kimara, please-”

“Uh uh! I’m in my house, I say what I want, I won’t be talked down to. Iman?”

Iman is still frozen.

T’Challa speaks up. “I’m just saying-”

“I’m talking! Iman? My husband and I have been trying to have a baby for months now, fucking like rabbits and I have yet to get pregnant. It’s gotten so I think he;s getting tired of fucking with me and now he is out ‘working late’. Now, he loves me because we have been through a lot to get to the point of being a married couple and he has had to prove himself loyal to me after...a lot of bullshit. But I ain’t got it in me to discuss play the Newlywed Game with you cuz hell if I know what my husband is up to anymore.”

T’Challa gets up from his chair abruptly, scraping the chair across the floor, stomping towards the kitchen.

Kimara starts to laugh out loud. “Oh shit, I think he’s pissed! Ohh, let me see what this is about…”

Iman sits up anxiously. “Do you need help?”

“No, no! I got him, he’s very reserved with his frustrations, so I can deal.” Kimara stomps into the kitchen. “Now what is up with you??”

T’Challa takes a towel off of a rack, folding it twice. “Did you need to unload on her like that?”

Kimara leans on the counter. “Sure, woman to woman. She seems to appreciate it.”

T’Challa opens the oven door, a plume of smoke billows out.

“Fuck! Oh noooo, my rolls!” Kimara exclaims, running to a window to open and fan out the smoke.

T’Challa puts the baking sheet to the sink. “I was trying to tell you I smell smoke.” He tossed the towel down making the sheet clang.

Kimara fans her face, coughing. “Oh, shit. I just forgot.”

“Mhm. You forgot your head this evening that’s certain.”

“What do you mean by that, T??” Kimara asks mockingly.

T’Challa glares at her. “If things weren’t going good, we could’ve rescheduled.”

“It’s funny you think I plan for my life to fall apart, cuz that is how it works right?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“No, no one means to hurt my feelings or make me feel like shit until it happens. You want me to be the perfect host. Erik wants me to be a good wife and mother when I can’t even get a bun in the ov-” Kimara stops short of the sentence. T’Challa hangs onto silence waiting for her to finish.

“T’Challa, what if this is all a sign? I burnt the rolls in the oven...because I can’t keep a bun in the oven? Like pregnancy? I can’t bake anything!!” Kimara wails as she covers her mouth crying. T’Challa goes over to her but stops short as Iman enters the kitchen.

“Hey, if everything is under control, I might head out.”

T’Challa looks back at Kimara then Iman. “Well, let me call you a ride.”

“Already did. Kimara, dinner really was good, I’m sorry to leave so soon.”

Kimara has her back turned, wiping her face before facing her. “Thank you for coming. You’re as nice as I heard.”

“I will walk you out then.” T’Challa offers as they leave Kimara in the kitchen. Her phone begins to ring, as she picks it up to find Erik’s name glowing on the screen. All she can do is silence it, she was in no mood to talk, otherwise she might have to make a Lemonade album about it.

Kimara goes back to her dining room table, sitting down to the bottle of wine. T’Challa comes back in, closing the front door behind him.

“Eh, eh. Put that down. Eat something instead.”

Kimara groans as she swallows one more gulp from the bottle before getting it snatched from her hand.

“I’m not feeling your vibes T’Challa, honest.”

“Vibes? Do you hear yourself talking?”

“Yeah I do. That’s all I ever hear is my damn self.”

“You are not supposed to be drinking while planning a family, aren’t you?” T’Challa asks softly, sitting next to her.

Kimara sighs deeply. “I’ve done everything right. All I’m supposed to do is carry, I can’t even get there. God, I would kill for even a miscarriage, just to know that I didn’t completely fuck up my reproductive system!”

“STOP IT!” T’Challa’s voice booms between them, reverberating off the walls. Kimara sits upright, looking away from T’Challa’s face. His energy calms as he leans a little further towards her.

“You do not deserve to beat yourself up like this. Do you realize how far you’ve come in life from when I first met you to now? There is no one as smart or witty or brilliant as you that I can also put faith in as a friend.”

Kimara fidgets with her fingers. “Good thing Iman isn’t here to hear that.”

T’Challa sits back, taking a swallow of wine from the bottle himself. “I won’t edit my statement, but she is a nice girl.”

“I still like Nakia better.” Kimara says matter of factly.

T’Challa bristles at the name, looking into the distance. “Yes, I guess she is my kryptonite, however too flighty.”

They sit in silence for a beat.

“What about that night? What did it mean?” Kimara asks.

T’Challa’s brow furrows. “Which do you…”

“A few weeks ago? My car?” Kimara rubs her face roughly. “Ughh, I hope it’s not the wine talking but I swear there was a moment that felt like...a thing. Am I wrong?”

T’Challa does something he does not always do: he begins to stutter. It’s slow, without the skip, but a stutter nonetheless.

“I...Well...hmm,” He says before his mouth motions wordlessly.

“...T?” Kimara asks teasingly. “It’s ok!”

He looks her in her eyes intensely, like she just cursed him out. “Huh?”

Kimara shrugs. “We didn’t do anything so it’s ok. Don’t sweat. That’s why I’m glad we are friends cuz I know nothing bad happens when you’re around. No craziness, drama, you just bring me back down to earth with a good talk. It was just a moment. Gotta remember that.” Kimara pats his knee and gets up.

“Wait, so were you thinking of me in a way that night?”

Kimara sees a light flash across the curtains of her window. “Well, look at this. Daddy’s home.” Kimara comes back to the table to pick up plates. “T’Challa go ahead and have a good night. You don’t wanna be here when I’m throwing dishes into the sink until Erik comes in and has the nerve to ask what the fuck is wrong with me. When the whole nigga nerve of it all is that he would have the gall to think I’m wrong to begin with!”

T’Challa waves his hands heading for the door. “I am already gone.”

The early morning sun is extra bright as erik drives himself and Kimara to see their regular fertility specialist Dr. Tracy.

“I’m glad she was able to see us today.” Erik says.

“Are you?” Kimara asks while scrolling through her phone.

Erik scratches himself. “Ion know, I just…”

“What?”

“I mean...if we do this it’s like cool, we finna get a baby off top-”

Kimara tuts at him. “No! She said that it still isn’t guaranteed. We are good candidates but not to expect success right away.”

Erik lets out a groan. “Right, right. Can’t no shit come easy for me.”

Kimara looks at his profile as he drives, catching Erik looking out the corner of his eye. “What you lookin at me like that for?”

Kimara crosses her arms. “I’m just trying to figure out what to title your sob story in all of this. ‘I do what I want and when it don’t go like I plan I pout?’ Or ‘Fuck everything and everyone, I’m going through it but don’t ask me what’s wrong?’”

“Damn Mara! The fuck you gotta go there for? The minute I try and share something with you, you bite my fucking head off!”

“Watch yourself cursing at me! I ain’t in the mood for it, and I ain’t letting it fly like that today, ok? I don’t need this much excitement before an appointment.”

“Then don’t go nuts on me like you some damn comedian, roasting my ass. I’m here ain’t I?”

“Do you not wanna be?!” Kimara shrieks.

Erik goes silent, turning on the click of his turn signal. The tension in the car is sky high and although Erik doesn’t mind a fight, he knew not to act a fool in front of these doctors in this side of town.

Kimara leads inside to check in with the receptionist. As they sit in the lobby, Erik is glued to his phone the entire waiting period, fingers texting furiously.

“Why ain’t you holding my hand?” Kimara asks. “You always hold it while we wait.”

Erik looks over quickly and leans back offering out his hand. “My bad.” While the other continues to work double time on his screen.

“Who is...Alan?”

Erik jerks his phone back. “It’s not Alan.”

Kimara drops his hand. “Than who is it?”

“Work.” He says curtly, flipping to his Instagram instead.

“Is something wrong with the project you’re working on? Is Alan the one helping you?”

“Yes and no.” Erik says.

“Wait. It is wrong and Alan isn’t helping?”

“It’s not Alan!” Erik bellows before coughing to cover his outburst.

“Kimara?” Dr. Tracy says brightly with a smile, waving them back. Kimara smiles tightly back.

In her office, Dr. Tracy goes over the procedures and preparations for IVF, with all of the medical jargon, followed by some generous simplified explanation. It all sounded complicated and expensive but Kimara was grateful to hear about everything that could make her miracle possible.

“And Erik, you can be an awesome support by making sure to watch your alcohol intake, exercise, eat healthy, and avoid any environmental pollutants.”

“I was bout to watch that Chernobyl show; is that off the table now?” Erik asks.

“Erik, you ain’t got time for shit else, quit playing.” Kimara says with a little bark in her voice.

Erik laughs in a menacing tone. “Ok.”

Dr. Tracy looks between them nervously. “...we also provide counseling to couples during the process, as it can be difficult.”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but he wouldn’t be able to make it.” Kimara says.

“Oh you speak for me now?”

Kimara shrugs. “If you ain’t there, how else can things go forward?”

Erik sputters in disbelief. “I won’t be getting like this in front of the damn doctor. Thanks, doc. I got the prescription and shit, let’s go.” Erik keeps talking under his breath as he leaves the office. Kimara gets up to leave

“Is everything ok between you two?” Dr. Tracy asks.

Kimara hesitates before saying it’s fine, nothing more than a couples spat. Erik may have been right about needing to change doctors. At least a new one wouldn’t know when things were wrong. This would just look like a normal interaction to fresh eyes.

Back at their house, Erik is reading the instructions for her shots.

“Says this supposed to help in producing eggs for you. Still gonna take a while though.”

Kimara sits silent watching her shows.

“Remember to mark down when you got your period last. Supposed to start doing these on your next cycle.”

Silence.

Erik folds the instructions up, standing from the dining room table. He comes up behind the couch, leaning next to Kimara’s ear.

“Nassau is this weekend, you know?” SIlence. “You picked us a real good spot to make our own magic down there. I think we need it.”

“WE need a lot more than a trip to an island. Erik, you still ain’t said sorry for a damn thing you said to me today.”

Erik scooches to one side of Kimara to face her. “What should I apologize for?”

“Embarrassing me? Not telling me about what’s going on with you and also not asking how things are with me? Being secretive and mean to me?” Kimara’s eyes begin to well up. “You ain’t talked to me without walking off mad in so long, I don’t wanna get used to it Erik! You didn’t used to do that!” Erik hooks one leg followed by the other over the back of the couch to sit next to Kimara, holding her hands tight.

“It makes me think about before you left for that damn military out the blue. You snapped on me back then too. You tryna go somewhere else again?”

“Hell no! That life is behind me, I got nothing but you and work to get through now.”

“So I’m a damn task?” Kimara mopes.

“No! Look: I don’t mean to say anything to make you think you boring because you’re not. You’re the most exciting thing in my life, and I love having you with me. Every time I’m reminded you’re my wife, I’m thinking how we should be on our damn tenth wedding anniversary instead of third. But I’m done and thankfully you’re not.”

“Then why are you doing me like this?”

“I-I don’t wanna force shit on you more than you can handle. I got things happening at my job right now that could make you think the worst, but I promise it’s not. And you don’t need that pressure right now.”

“Neither do you!”

“I can handle it. You focus on your dreams at the studio, and getting ready to host the biggest headed baby your womb will ever know.”

Kimara snorts thinking about this, looking down instinctively. Erik takes one side of her face in his hand.

“I wanna be more open but I don’t wanna cost you anything too. So until shit blows over, just know I got this. Be patient with me, and I promise to be more patient too.”

Kimara pulls Erik to her for a longing kiss, rubbing his face for comfort. She could feel he cares, but there was still so much gnawing in her mind, she just wasn’t ready to discuss. But there was one thing.

“One more thing though, before I call it forgiven and get to packing for the trip.”

“You still ain’t packed?”

“I’m asking the questions! Who is Alan?”

Erk sighs, dipping his head down before looking her in the face to answer. “Alaina.

“He’s a what?”

“Huh? No, Alaina. The name was Alaina not Alan.”

Kimara’s face draws up inquisitively. “And...she is?”

“My partner for the project I’m working on. They recruited her from another region and-”

“That’s who you spent the night with instead of dinner with T’Challa and me and his girl?” Kimara asks.

“I came home! Don’t make it sound like that, it was a late night. Ole dude I work for keeps piling shit on me and deadlines-”

Kimara waves her hands in front of him. “It’s fine.”

“Huh?”

“It’s ok!” Kimara smiles. “Seriously, I trust you. You said works been beating your ass, and I know you wouldn’t be looking all sour if you were getting some ass on the side, so I think I can trust you aren’t cheating.”

Erik stared at her speechless before nodding and agreeing.

“Plus, we tryna have a baby and I know you wouldn’t mix shit up with her when all that seed is mine, like that would be wasteful.”

Erik growls in his chest, leaning over her, nose to nose. “Say that again.”

Kimara holds back her smile, rubbing his chest. “Your seeeed is miiiine. Don’t waste it.” Kimara bites his lip at the end of ‘it’, catching him of guard, but not enough to lay her out legs spread quicker than she could blink.

“Wait wait, Erik. I can’t!” Kimara says, half giggling.

“Whatchu mean?? You playing with a dog and get afraid when you get the bark? Quit playing and get them draws off.” Erik pulls at her bottoms.

“No! Wait! I mean it, I’m cramping and shit. I don’t want nothing near my pussy right now.”

Erik moans out loud in frustration, plopping backwards on the couch, erection pushing at his sweatpants.

Kimara lowkey loved making him wait, period or not. It’s nice to see he still wants her, and no one else has his attention to fix his rather big problem throbbing in his pants.

“Erik? You never told me what you think about the tour.”

Erik exhales loudly. “Good idea, that’s finna kill my hard on real quick.”

“Erik!”

He sits up, pushing down on himself. “Mara, I want you to get your hustle goin, I know you been singin since way way way back.”

“Hold up, it ain’t been that long, makin me feel old.”

Erik bops her with his shoulder. “You know you been my Suga Mama.”

“Two months older Erik. Dassit!”

Erik looks at the floor, rubbing her knee. “I just don’t understand why you think it’s best to leave now. What Imma do without you for two months?”

“Whatever you been doin get home late at night.” Kimara says flatly.

“The project is almost finished, do I don’t know where that attitude came from.”

Kimara sits silent, not up for a fight, especially in her hormonal state.

Erik stares at her, testing her. He knows she wants to say more, she always does. “I got two more weeks on this, and it’s done. My workload is gonna be lighter, more boring, and I promise my time will be yours, but now you wanna leave, so.”

“But you understand why right? It doesn’t sound like you do. I don’t wanna leave you alone or stop trying, but...this is my dream!”

“Having a family is too right? That’s why all our time and money been revolving around everything related to that for almost a whole damn year. It’s fucking flaky.” Erik shoots back.

“Erik, you got to do what you wanted, right? This ain’t new with you! When you want something, you go for it, fuck anybody that gives a shit, it’s yours. I’m tired of being in the shadow of your shit, cleaning things up so you can have your peace. This is mine.”

“The fuck is you talkin about?? Is your PMS going retrograde or some shit?” Erik speaks over her in an agitated tone. Nothing Kimara said made sense anymore to him.

Kimara gets up, waving him off. “Eat my ass Erik, I said what I fucking had to say and I mean that shit.”

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